Self Help Poems - Poems about Self Help

Imagine

Imagine getting sick of thinking what if.
Imagine getting sick of not believing in thyself.
Imagine waking up every morning with a goal and a plan.
Selah.

You work toward your goal vehemently.
And that plan you can always modify, 
but from it you never relent.
Selah.

God blew His breath, which imbued in every crevice 
Until our metaphysics lit up. 
He

Give Yourself Some Time

It's ok to give yourself some time 
Would you like to hear me rhyme
Hating yourself doesn't cost a dime
But it should pretty much be a crime.

It's ok to give yourself some time 
Are you afraid you are going to lose your prime
Don't be, as practice can make your work sublime
You are a gem hidden inside

Self Help

We'd awakened to soon reaching. 
for respite keeping PTSD at bay 
while anxiety attacks bicker with 
my Narcolespy my focus remains.
 
steadfast on Traumatic Brain injury 
allowing my cognitive activity to bravely 
send signals to stretch my legs and arms. 
I can feel a traumatic headache approaching. 

but so is the time for my monthly

The Song of the Moon

Life seems to prepare the well-trodden road for me
I as a good mental patient
I throw boulders upon it so large
To create obstacles worthy of medals for me,
If I could overcome them.
I live with grace
While I crave the difficulty within every muscle fiber
I fear the already lived, the prepared
I want works out of my hands
Earning my

Self Help Addict Needles Unsuspecting Reader

Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting about for carrion 
scavenging for dead animals 
and rooting about garbage to sell 
at annual corvus entrepôt,
where at birds eye view

buzzfeeding crowdsource 
talon (telling) the famed truth
regarding chicken scratch 
scrawled

Divorce-All Done No More Fun Son

DIVORCE POEM: ALL DONE NO MORE FUN SON 
So now is crunch time,  
There is no more entertaining any-more Sunday brunch times! 
There’s no more listening,...  
To your not so funny, so called comedy show lines!  
They always have been and always will be, nothing but straight lies!
As I sit and think

The Voice

Sometimes late at night, when I try hard to sleep
I hear me talking to The Voice ,coming from my deep.

It was trying to show me,and tell what I truly am
And I was just busy, setting my morning alarm.

It yells at me and insists, something is very wrong
But I was in the playlist,changing my next song.

It

Shall We Go On

Jesus...He waits patiently, because He Loves us! Amen.


Shall we go on?
...came…His…tender inquiry
She didn’t answer...intent on remaining
in the shadowed dregs of her brokenness
And He allowed her to do so…
because He loved her…
and understood
So, He waited…
while she bewailed the unfairness of the times,
the cruelty of acts oppressive, the heaviness...
of it all!  …He waited…as
She delved further into

Big

The bigger you mentally are, 
the bigger your wishes will be!

Can'T Get Right

Lunatic, Touched,
                                       Mad, Crackpot, Psychotic, 
           

Four Point Three: Scar

Take it easy now,
if all you have is yourself,
hold your hand and breathe

Take it easy now,
this is for your mastery,
alone, roads get clear

This is all for now,
tomorrow can be tougher,
yet you'll be wiser

This is you right now,
born a star and raised a scar,
who's meant to move far


-Nicola An

Four Point One

A clump of dried leaves from frail
limbs I failed to nurture,
settling on a page under
my sinking face 
with a scent to lift up
the low spirits in me,
such rotten source
blessing me with remedy

The comfort we receive
from the things we couldn't save, 
the purpose we gain regardless
an unfulfilled goal,
and the Love I'll always keep
even after the passing
are

Self help: Calming Your Soul

A thousand, or more, people in trance, 
Locked in a blackened out vault,
Give themselves to a warm, calming feel, 
Throw away all of their thought,

Then the show gets loud, who will you be, 
You choose leather jacket and jeans,
You choose to be the love heart in the middle, 
Of love in your wildest dreams,

And the

Self help: Nothing Inside

"Hey! What you thinking? You're awfully quiet,
What's going on in your mind?
You're usually a little more louder than this,
What thoughts are you keeping inside?"

Are the words that splintered into my head,
Woke me from my moment of peace,
These are the words that reminded me then,
That my brain had happily ceased,

From thinking and planning and looking ahead,
From

God Cares

Never think God has abandoned you;
And you are all alone

If you are going through difficult time,
He want you to be strong
 
You are one of His precious creature,
In your broken heart is situated His throne

One day He will bless you with;
Whatever you want.

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